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082			_a813.54
090			_aPR6003.E283 _bG73 1971
100	1	0	_aBeckwith, Lillian
245	1	0	_aGreen hand; _ba novel
250			_a1st large print ed
260	0		_aLeicester [Eng.] _bUlverscroft _c[1971, c1967]
300			_a364 p. _c23 cm
502			_aThe life of a fisherman is a hard one. ‘Mondays to Fridays he takes his boat to sea, Saturdays he takes his thirst to a pub, and Sundays he takes his wife to bed. And by God, by the time Monday morning’s come around his wife is that sick of him that she’s as pleased as the seagulls to get him off to see again.’ David Jones did not take long to see the reason why.
650		0	_aLarge type books
942			_2ddc _cBK